The PuppetMaster: “And, the girls?”
Henchman: “Upstairs, Sir. They are unable to stop the launch.”
...Meanwhile, up on the third floor: “MMMRRRMMPPHH – GGGHHHMMM – FFFMMMFFTT!!!”
Bound and gagged as tightly as humanly possible, with the cache of stolen solar flares right under their noses – how humiliating – our daring agents in black struggle futilely! It will do them no good. The bad guys have packed and wrapped them like fragile international mail! They are consigned to rolling around in one of the guest bedrooms out of sight and out of mind!
“GGG...
The PuppetMaster: “And, the girls?”
Henchman: “Upstairs, Sir. They are unable to stop the launch.”
...Meanwhile, up on the third floor: “MMMRRRMMPPHH – GGGHHHMMM – FFFMMMFFTT!!!”
Bound and gagged as tightly as humanly possible, with the cache of stolen solar flares right under their noses – how humiliating – our daring agents in black struggle futilely! It will do them no good. The bad guys have packed and wrapped them like fragile international mail! They are consigned to rolling around in one of the guest bedrooms out of sight and out of mind!
“GGGMMMPPPHHH!!”
The beautiful brunette meddler’s convertible is parked in the grounds of LeoLion Abbey. They have her keys and one of the goons stalks outside in the wind and rain to hide it around back, with the blonde’s. Later, they’ll shove those vehicles into the inimitable Old Swamp. The girls they’ll store for safekeeping, sure that a ransom will be paid by the Agency. But now, let’s get to it!
Busty super-stunners Mila and Brook are deep into a mission to stop the launch of some high-power solar flares. There’s simply no telling the damage they’ll do – and not just to the retina – if this tenuous sub-plot goes according to malign plan! It’s up to our buxom duo to stop it before it gets started, which brings them to Willowby Manse, deep in the Langstone countryside! Having concealed their vehicles in nearby grounds, the beauties, clad in traditional black op agency attire of VERY tight clothing and sexy stilettos, predictably split up as they infiltrate the house...
We commence with the ravishing Mila Amore, snooping around in Lord Kettersby’s (nicknamed ‘PupperMaster’ aka the boss) offices. Well, needless to see, our haughty little snooper gets stopped cold and it’s hands up time before Agent Amore is marched off to be concealed trussed and gagged in the flare store room. How befitting for the meddling bitch! Next up, it’s Agent B’s turn. We find HER hot little ass roaming around in the Great Hall. She too hears the familiar click of a persuader aimed right at her and soon enough, she too is being frisked and then whisked - the fuck away!
Up in the store room, the ladies are heavily taped and gagged with tight silver strips slathered over their sexy mouths. Here they are left to struggle while the crooks amp up their malevolent plans. Mila and Brook have no idea how they’re going to warn of this evil plot but to hear their animated mumblings, you’d think they both have the best plan in the world!
As the ladies squirm haplessly on the bed, they are bathed with an eerie, pulsing glow from a flare ready to be fired. Their eyes widen as they try desperately to escape their bonds – then they hear him coming back! The one who grabbed them. Soon enough, in that intense flicker of the flares, their mouths are being stuffed up with dirty socks and they’re getting their entire lower faces and heads encased in serious silver tape. Just a precaution, Ladies. We can’t have you yelling the whole place down while the flares get sent upward, now can we!?
Left bound, gagged and barefoot, the babes struggle insanely cutely as the crooks speed up their plot. Our lovely agents are incensed that they are bound up right NEXT to those massive flares and there isn’t a damned thing they can do about them! They mmmmmmpppphhhh and wriggle passionately - as if this frenetic combo of actions might actually make a ‘blinding’ bit of difference. It doesn’t, and they continue to be held most securely, and they’ll be seriously exciting us the whole way! Another scorching tape up romp, in the can! Have a ‘blast’, Girlies!
***All productions (video & images) & associated bondage scenarios depicted are strictly of a role play and story driven nature and feature fully consenting participants aged over 18 and established safe signals (clearly defined within each fantasy scene) between model(s) and crew are in continual use throughout the production. Thus, these are pure, tongue in cheek adventuristic fantasy scenarios, without exception fully consensual, contextual and supported by model release to this effect***
